After the Plague (2)
what comes next? Volcanos? Fires?
Cicadas aren’t locusts, though
their apocalyptic screams
sound not lust but another
of the seven deadlies. Wrath
rains down in decibels. I
project my fear on this world.
what comes next? Volcanos? Fires?
Cicadas aren’t locusts, though
their apocalyptic screams
sound not lust but another
of the seven deadlies. Wrath
rains down in decibels. I
project my fear on this world.
“Apocalyptic screams” — I love that
Me too.
“Wrath rains down in decibels.” Love this sound!
You compress so much here. I think that last sentence and line is remarkable
I / project my fear on this world.
Don’t we all!
Oh, yes. Projecting fear on the world is so intoxicating.